So I have been working... and am now in a diametrically apposed situation to those previously posted on this bitch rag (excuse me, I mean complaint cloth). I don't have any sort of permanent schedual however I consistantly get called to work. Often times 3 times a week or more and this for the past month. While 3 or 4 nights a week does not sound so difficult to manage, working at the mercury cafe certainly is. I have hardly a minute to myself it seem. Up all through the night sleep all through the day and then back to work again. On the other hand the money isn't so bad, I have friends there, and it's all paid out cash every night. The work enviroment is certainly crazy and perpetually filled with the lamest people I can certainly come to think of. Pretenda-hippy bro-dawgs and slam poets... on top of that some of the WORST open mic performers I think I have ever whitnessed... often times I think that "at least I'm getting paid."

Jeremy called me today. He said that he is quitting speedy messengers to go work at another courier company and he needs someone to take his spot. I have talked about and thought about doing this kind of thing before. I love riding bikes, I would get to be awake during the daylight times, and I wouldn't have to deal with any of the complex melodrama's that the service industry dishes out on a consistant basis. Downside would be that I more than likely would have to work a full time schedual.

I am not so sure what I will end up doing. But it is funny at when I need work it is nowhere to be found... but when I finally start clawing my way back into a job tooth and nail job opportunities come up and slap me in the face.

So I went to compulsively buy things on ebay on got it into my head that I badly needed to replace my very very very old stronglight cranks (they had a three bolt spider as opposed to the normal 5 popularized by campagnolo... if that gives you any indication of their age) with old campagnolo cranks. And for those that are not familiar with cycling campagnolo is (velo) italian for BLING-BLING, BITCH! ~(excuse that, I saw it on a t-shirt)~ So I went to the Cycle-Analyst and purchased an old pare of campy grand sport cranks and then went to salvagetties and got some bmx (single speed) chainring bolts and converted it for fixed gear use. I rode it for a few days mounted on a shimano bottom bracket (also for the non familiar there is an age old square taper crank compatability issue with italian and japanese component makers... or in general just campy vs. everybodyfreakingelse) untill digging up a campy cartridge bottom bracket that I had in my random bike crap basket for ages. Only problem is that I didn't have the non fixed side cup that went with it. Thus why it was free and given to me... I had looked around before always grabbing random cups that might have worked and never had luck... untill doing some work over at my friends house and looking through his tool box and found THE corresponding cup to my bottom bracket... confirmed after asking him if I could take it to see. After taking the cranks off of the shimano bottom bracket (which I have been told by EVERYBODY that if that was to continue it would result in ultimate failure of the crankset) I mounted the campy B.B. and found that sice there is also a square taper discrepency between pre-94 campy and post-94 campy that it went far enough on the spindle to give me EXACT chain line with my track cog. Amazing. As stated in the title I am the only person excited about this. Thus the spouting of a long paragraph of bike geekery.

But I say that with ones interests intense geekery is always acceptable and warranted. If you care enough then it validates your geekery. Just as I spent countless hours (still even) digging up as much as I can on archaic obscurist punk and hardcore etc. Thus also why we nerds and geeks of this nature need to stick together as much as possible to avoid the possible persecution of people who have "better things to do" and claim to have "lives." Poppycock I say!

Das ist alles. Gut nacht!

This is a photo of me during the summer. Too much hair and a start to a critical mass ride.

On a train in Germany. Auf einem zug in Deutschland.





If you have ever seen Indiana Jones (or like history)... This is where they burned books! Munich. I miss it.

That people are deciding to call me only when I am sleeping. I dislike this trend greatly. Potential employers, people I am playing in a band with, ex-girlfriends hollerin' at me, and practically anybody else. This puts me at a disadvantage due to the fact that when I am sleeping I AM GROGGY WHEN YOU WAKE ME UP. Give me a fucking break.

I finally went and retrieved my car... It took me 3 hours of digging and pushing and digging and pushing to get it half way out of the drive way by myself (the KLUG cooperative is on a plot of land in Henderson, CO and is set up like any classic farm house... dirt driveway to an open dirt area that has access to barn and other utility sheds and some other buildings that are now dilapidated beyond recognition). My muscles are extremely sore from this as Volvo made a very, very heavy automobile in 1986... even the arches of my feet hurt when I stand. I think this has to do with when I dug my feet into the snow as footholds and was shoving my car. Then as I was entirely too tired from the chore of moving my car I called in help. My mom and her friend Rob showed up and effectively got it the rest of the way out of the driveway. Honestly the entire ordeal was alot harder than it had to be. If I was more patient I would have wated a few more weeks or months till all of the snow was melted. It's like fucking Siberia here. Then I was horrified at the state of my vehicle... I am not a neat person but let us just say that Loreli should have a new nickname. That nickname should be pigpen. It was completely fucking wrecked. I understand that having a three year old makes it difficult to keep things in order. But it does not make it absolutely impossible to at least keep it at a decent level. Especially when she had to be in that thing as much as she did. It took me an hour or so to clean it... maybe longer with all the vaccuming and other rituals of cleaning out the mice nests. I was not too happy to find it at the time, mainly because I did not understand what it was untill later. I thought she left some insulation just in a small compartmentof my car... in fact the mice made insulated balls of insulation (redundant but it was that fiberglass shit) and bird feathers into housing and had a stockpile of food in there as well. It is cute in retrospect. But no mice to be found... only their poop which all got vaccumed.

Then the mechanics part came. My mom's friend Rob is an auto mechanic by hobby. He helped me extensively. The turn signal lever that broke in Loreli's care was fixed by him just reassembling the part (the high beam is stuck in the on position though... a relay may need replacing, or it's just fucked, however the turn signal part works and that is the most important thing it saves me 50 bucks in the short run). The rivets had just popped out and left it loose in the socket. The windshield wiper that I thought I had broke a year ago is in fact not broken... the nut holding it on just loosened to the point to where the wiper did not turn. It was repaired by a box end wrench. He also fixed the mechanism that allows for the windshield cleaner sprayer to operate. That hasn't worked on the car since I have owned it. All that is required now are new brake pads and the other reservations. Of course things could always be done on it... forever and ever. Thus why car ownership is a big drain. However right now I still am somewhat reliant on it due to the way the city (country) is designed.

A great deal of my life is socially motivated. Very little of my life is motivated monetarily as it probaby should be (as dictated by the vast majority of my peers). The plain fact is that I simply do not like to work. The biggest insult to injury at this point is that where I was fairly miserable working before is indeed actually one of the best places in Denver to work for. Especially the amount of money I was making in direct relation to the amount of work I was doing, and more importantly the amount of days I was doing it. The shifts were rather long, however working for only two days a week afforded me plenty of the free time that I cherish so dearly. Also my formerly vast resource of free places to stay has completely dwindled into nothingness. I can stay at my moms... and occasionally share a bed here and there. Staying at my moms makes it virtually impossible for me to make it into town everyday to scour for jobs. The snow makes it undesireable for me to ride around a vast majority of downtown due to the fact that it is still very much covered in snow and ice. It is also a hard trip back and forth between the train station near my mothers house.

However while I have made a few smalls steps towards employment and getting my life back in order, I have made many more steps to reassert myself socially. I am glad to see all of my friends, honestly. It is why I like Denver as much as I do and one of the few reasones I have decided to stay here.

Ok. So before the large snow storm I was at my mothers house. Thusly I was stuck here for the duration of the storm... and since then. So I am here and my automobile is in Henderson. It is most likely buried beyond any kind of retreival at the moment. It also needs certain things to be done to it. It is still pretty icy and difficult to bike in the DTC area. Although it is always difficult to bike in these parts... especially when cold. At least next time im in town I am not going to carry too much weight. Basicly, I am eating too much. I feel like shit because I have had a cold. I am not sleeping right because I don't have my own bed... or place really. I don't usually sleep right... but now I am not sleeping right, getting nagged about it, and getting woken up frequently because I am usually on a couch. I have told myself that tommorow after doing laundry that I go out into the world again.

I want to bitch articulately but it doesn't seem that even something as simple as that is going my way at the moment. I am feeling lonely because people that say they want to hang out with me aren't calling me back. I am lonely.

Current Music: Arab on Radar - Soak the Saddle.

My Charles Bronson T-Shirt came in the mail today. I suppose it was my present to myself. I like it.

So far I have not found a job. I have made some loose arrangements to play music. The only description I gave the poor young man was that it was to be violent and screamy. Although lately I am in one of those ruts where I want to play '77 punk rock. There is a violent snow storm so I am stuck at my mothers. I can not bike anywhere, nor can I be picked up.

Ambiguos relationships... I don't think I can really take a step in any particular direction without eventually ending up in one of these. I hope this doesn't end poorly. Altough more than likely it will.

Current Music: Dow Jones and the Industrials